A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Snap Trap Spring the trap with a touch of your finger Flowers bursting into Every fertile place The seed of envy, the seed of beginnings Light of the wild, green, estranged and entangled If weeds had souls, we would still pluck them, but we’d ascribe themContinue reading “WD 86 “Snap Trap””
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